Date: Fri, 11 Jun 2004 20:27:00 -0700 (PDT)
From: edentulus
Subject: Edentate Attractions
Edentate Attractions
edentulous@gay.com
Part One
My story is true, even if some of the names have been
changed. The event described happened over thirty years ago
so, if inaccuracies have crept in, please be indulgent. It
also contains accounts of sex between consenting adult men.
If this offends you, please do not read any further.
The events I am about to describe happened in 1971 when I
was twenty one. I had left school when I was seventeen and
two years later left home as I had been posted by Barclays
Bank to its main branch in Nottingham, where I had rented
digs.
Let be describe myself as I was then. I was short, slightly
built and looked younger than my age. In fact many people
thought I was still at school probably on account of the way
I dressed. I was not very interested in my appearance and
dressed for comfort. Typically I wore a blue nylon anorak,
grey flannel trousers and sensible, rubber-soled shoes. I am
also very short sighted and have worn strong corrective
lenses for as long as I can remember. At that time I still
wore glasses with the same plastic frames as I had when I
was at school. All in all, I had a rather gawky and
unimposing appearance. I was also quite shy. From my early
teens, I knew that I was gay and had a number of gay
relationships. However, since I moved to Nottingham, I had
been very much on my own.
It was one evening when, after seeing Forest play at the
City Ground, I took the bus back to Slab Square to have a
drink at Yates' Wine Bar before finding something to eat on
my way home. Yates' had a large downstairs bar, rather like
a Wild West saloon, only larger. Against the walls behind
the bar counters were large casks of sherry, port and
Madeira, but beer was served as well. It was not very busy
so I settled down standing against the bar in the corner as
unobtrusively as I could. I do not know why, may be it was
because I was wearing a red and white striped Forest scarf,
which gave an obvious opening for a conversation, but I
started chatting with the man standing next to me. I suppose
he started by asking me the score. He was older than me. I
guessed that he was in his mid thirties. He looked like a
college lecturer, wearing an old tweed jacket, thick turtle
neck sweater and corduroy trousers. He also wore glasses
with strong lenses, which probably meant he empathised with
my severe myopia. He too may have been "Four Eyes", the
bespectacled weakling that nobody wanted in their sports
team at school. However, he was now well built and muscular.
In fact, it turned out that Derek was an architect, working
for the City Council. Somehow, although I normally try to
curtail any conversation with a stranger, I warmed to Derek
immediately. He appeared interested in what I had to say and
looked straight at me with his penetrating blue eyes when I
spoke. It may have been instinct but I knew he was gay and
that he was horny and he must have made the same assessment
of me. Our gaydars seemed to be working perfectly that
evening. When he put his hand momentarily on my shoulder, I
made no movement to indicate that it was unwelcome. The next
time his hand lingered longer, as he stroked my arm and then
retreated again. I did not know what he saw in me but I had
obviously struck a cord.
When I had finished the pint of beer he had bought me, I
asked whether he wanted another. He declined and suggested
that instead we find something to eat.
"Would you like some Chinese?" he asked.
"Yep, that's fine by me", I replied.
"There's a good take-away near me", he continued. "I can
quite understand if you say no but why don't we pick up a
meal there and eat it at my place." I agreed to this
suggestion without hesitation.
We then took the bus to New Basford, where he had his flat.
On the way back from the take-away, Derek put his arm on my
shoulder. It seemed natural that he should do. When we
arrived, we entered into a small but elegantly furnished
flat in a modern style. It consisted of a galley kitchen, a
living cum dining room and a bedroom of it. Derek gestured
towards the sofa, so I sat back in it while he went to the
kitchen, returning a minute or so later with plates, spoons
and forks and two cans of ale, which he set out on the
coffee table before me where he had already left the food in
its polystyrene boxes. I started to eat. In fact I had not
realised quite how hungry I was. Derek did the same, neither
of us saying very much until we had finished. However,
through out the meal Derek periodically put his hand on my
thigh. When I had stopped eating and was finishing off the
last mouthfuls of ale in the can, he moved his hand directly
over my cock which started to harden in response.
"You don't mind do you?" he asked. I just looked up at him
and smiled. The growing bulge in my trousers was obviously a
signal of encouragement as Derek accepted the unspoken
invitation and started to unzip the flies of my trousers.
Opening them up, he started to fondle my cock at which he
stared intently.
"Relax Bryan" he whispered. "Are you ready?"
"Yes", I answered.
I leaned back in the sofa.
"You're not nervous are you?" he went on, never taking his
eyes off my cock which had swelled to its maximum extent.
"Of course not", I replied.
He proceeded to pull my pants and trousers down below my
knees and pushed my shirt upwards. Sliding his right hand
under me, I could feel his fingers caressing the edges of my
arse hole, then his middle finger moving into it to explore
further. As he leaned over me, his hand moved towards his
face I thought to remove his glasses. Instead to my
surprise, Derek deposited a complete set of dentures on the
coffee table in front of me. I could not see his face now
but I had no idea that Derek had no teeth and had to wear
dentures. I would have thought that I would have been
revolted by the sight of a set of plastic false teeth still
showing the evidence of the meal they had helped to consume
but I was not. Now that he had exhibited his dentures, I was
riveted by them. I did not appreciate then but Derek's
dentures had triggered a fetish for them which I had never
had before.
First Derek's tongue explored my slit, trying to force its
way in, teasing me, while his other hand fondled my
testicles. Then his mouth enveloped my cock; his gums almost
masticating my penis in a soft, enticing way. I had never
experienced anything like it before. I twisted and turned
with sensual pleasure. It was a most incredible sensation as
my cock was gripped by the rounded, smooth surfaces of his
gums, moving backwards and forwards, my cock slipping
further down his throat.
"Fuck, I've never had anything as good before", I whispered.
Derek continued silently, stimulating the inside of my arse
hole with his probing sensitive finger and creating
incredible sensations with his tongue and gums. If only it
could have lasted longer. I could not help myself. I simply
exploded, shooting load after load of cum into Derek's
mouth, which he managed to swallow while still sucking my
cock with his toothless jaws, making it quiver with
sensitivity.
As I became flaccid, Derek sat up and smiled at me. His face
was quite transformed without his dentures. He looked older
because his lips were sunken and his chin protruded
slightly. His tongue seemed to be able to move more freely
as he licked the last traces of my cum from his lips. Yet
despite his altered look, his appearance seemed to be
compensated by a wide, guiltless smile and a soft lisping
way of speaking. Somehow the loss of his teeth had not
disfigured him at all. It just seemed natural.
After he had returned from the kitchen, having rinsed his
dentures to remove the trace of food on the plates, he put
his dentures back into his mouth, his face changing back
again immediately to its familiar look. Turning to Derek I
remarked jokingly "It was worth losing your teeth just for
that, thanks".
"I know it was worth it", he replied smiling. "Now come on
Bryan, take your clothes off and come to bed". I followed
Derek's instructions and, leaving my clothes in a heap on
the sofa, walked naked into his bedroom.
"Come in", he said from inside the bathroom. "Do you want a
pee?"
"Not yet, thanks", I replied.
As I lay on his bed, he appeared with a glass of water with
his dentures steeping inside and a tube of lube. He had
undressed. I could see he was completely erect and as randy
as hell.
"After your blow job, this is the least you deserve", I
said, taking off my glasses and bending my knees up,
presenting him with my buttocks and a shaved hairless arse
hole; my sphincter tight, pink and inviting, I hoped.
Kneeling in front of me, Derek bent over me. I was not sure
what he was going to do. Then I felt the sensation of his
tongue working its way around the outside of my arse hole. I
had never been rimmed before. His curving sinuous tongue
then tantalised my hole as it worked its way in. I just
writhed in response to the arousal Derek was causing. I was
close to having a second orgasm already. He moved forward
and started to nibble at my penis and testicles again. Oh
fuck, even the memory of it gives me a thrill!
As he moved further over me, he gently lubed my arse and
then widened my hole by putting successively three fingers
in it. Then in a swift motion without giving me time
instinctively to resist, his seven inch shaft slipped in as
he started rhythmically to shag me, while massaging my erect
penis with his body...
Part Two
I woke up in bed with Derek. It was quite light so we had
both slept soundly. Sitting up in bed I looked at my watch.
It was seven o'clock. Derek had his back to me. He was still
asleep. Putting on my glasses, I could see over him to the
bedside table. On it was a tumbler with his dentures soaking
in it. Again, I seemed to be captivated by them and Derek's
toothlessness. The thought of it clearly turned me on
because I was becoming erect again. Both my parents wore
dentures so at home the sight of steeping dentures was not
unusual. However, I had never reacted to them as I did to
the sight of Derek's. I also thought back to the evening we
had enjoyed together. I had never had sex with an older man.
Somehow it seemed to represent a mile stone. It gave me a
right of passage; I had come of age. This would be a bond
that I would have with Derek. I knew I would always
appreciate it.
When Derek woke up, the first thing he did was to put in his
dentures before greeting me. Later as we sat in bed sipping
our mugs of tea, I could resist it no longer. I had to quiz
him about his dentures. Derek then told me about his
experiences. He had his teeth out when he was twenty one;
that was some thirteen years ago. He needed to have three
teeth out because they were so decayed and could not be
saved. He could have saved his other teeth but he wanted
them all out before they too started to cause trouble. This
was like his father who fully supported his decision to seek
dentures. He had had all his teeth extracted as a young man
too. "Teeth are more trouble than they are worth", he used
to say. Derek also wanted to be toothless. He explained that
he had no regrets about having dentures at all. He could eat
most things with is dentures and they were comfortable to
wear. However, the best part was when your dentures are out
of your mouth. As he said this, he pulled first his upper
then his lower denture out of his mouth and put them in my
hands. I was mesmerised by them. They were warm and damp.
They were lighter but larger and bulkier than I had
imagined.
"They turn you on, don't they", he said and curling his
fingers around my erect shaft, already leaking precum, he
starting to masturbate me. "Feel this", he said. Taking back
one of the plates he had given me and putting it on the
pillow beside him, he guided my hand so that I could run my
fingers along his toothless gums. "I like the feel of my
gums", he said. "They are so sensitive. I like curling my
lips around them. I also enjoy feeling them with my tongue
which has so much more room to move."
"I never thought that toothlessness was such a turn on. I
just thought it was an inevitable part of getting old", I
replied."
"Try this", he said as he leaned over to kiss me. His mouth
was wide open. At first his tongue resisted the entry of
mine. Then it gave way, allowing my tongue to explore his
gums and palate. It was my first toothless kiss. It was
incredible. I could not control myself. The exploration of
his gums with my tongue and Derek's gentle fondling of my
penis caused another orgasm. My cum just pumped out
uncontrollably, the creamy ribbons of my spunk to be eagerly
lapped up later by Derek. It was also evident that Derek
enjoyed it as much. His dick was a hard as a rock too. It
was starting to dawn on me then that I wanted my teeth out
and I would not be satisfied until this had happened. I
could see now that Derek had decided that the physical
pleasures of wearing dentures and being toothlessness were
well worth the social sigma associated with having dentures
at a young age.
"I would really like my teeth out too", I said not thinking
what that would actually entail.
"Are you really sure Bryan? It's a big step; there's no
going back", he replied. "It's much more difficult now than
it was in the late `50's. Then dentists were eager to pull
out all your teeth at the first suggestion. I haven't been
to the dentist since I had my present dentures made several
years ago. In fact my dentures need a reline or replacement
as they are getting quite loose. If he is still there, I
will ask whether the dentist would pull yours."
"Yeh, that's a great idea", I said, no believing for a
moment that anything would come of this suggestion.
Part Three
Every so often I used to met Derek and stay over at his
flat. Each time my stay reinforced my desire to have my
teeth extracted so that I could join him in a world of new
sensations. Before making love the first thing I did was to
take out Derek's dentures. The feel of them as I pulled each
denture passed his soft, yielding lips aroused me. Before
placing them aside, I always examined them closely. The
sight of them made me feel as randy as hell. It heightened
the pleasures to come.
As I got to know Derek better, I also observed more closely
how dentures really worked in his mouth and how Derek had
adapted to them. His mouth and lips moved a little
differently, which kept his dentures in place, except that
there were times when his lower denture looked as if it was
floating in his mouth and sometimes rose upwards when he
spoke. He cut up his food in smaller portions and there were
certain foods that he avoided like crusty bread and nuts.
When he bit with his teeth he bit with the side and not the
front teeth. He did not so much as bite his food but rather
ground it down with a circular movement of his jaws. After
each meal he would rinse his dentures as he said food worked
its way under them which was uncomfortable. In the evenings
and at night he usually took his dentures out to rest his
gums or so he said. Sometimes, consciously or unconsciously,
he would loosen his dentures with his tongue and move them
about in his mouth. He clearly liked the physical sensation
of dentures in his mouth. He also ran his tongue under his
lower denture when food became lodged under it. He had no
embarrassment whatsoever about his dentures and made no
effort to conceal from his friends the fact that he wore
them. For all these little changes, life without your own
teeth did not seem such a handicap. When I was not with
Derek, I used to fantasise about having no teeth and what
full dentures would feel like. I also started to recognise
very quickly those around me who wore dentures. There were
many more of them than I would have previously thought.
Often they were in their twenties or thirties. "So may be it
is not such a big deal after all", I said to myself.
One day when I was staying with Derek, he asked me "Do you
want to see the dentist who pulled my teeth? I went to have
my dentures fixed. He's still there".
"Of course", I answered. "I can't remember when I last went
to a dentist; certainly not since I was thirteen or fourteen
years old. My teeth are already quite a mess, maybe they are
already beyond saving. I've never looked after them
properly. Anyway I hate dentists."
"They are probably in the same poor state as mine were at
your age", said Derek. "I thought you would want to see the
dentist. I told him we would come to see him at 5:00 p.m. on
Wednesday, after work. We can meet up beforehand"
"Do you think that he will pull my teeth?" I asked.
Yes, if you want it. I have already discussed it with him",
he continued.
I could hardly believe it. What was just a fantasy was
becoming real. Did I really want this to happen? Now I was
not so sure. "Anyway I can always change my mind. I haven't
committed to anything", I thought.
During the days that followed, I became more ambivalent
about losing my teeth; at times I wanted it badly and as
often I feared I was about to make a terrible mistake which
I might live to regret for the rest of my life. I had fitful
nights worrying about it. "I must be mad", I thought. Then
again I would say "Fuck, Derek's gums are so fantastic. He
obviously enjoys life with no teeth".
Part Four
On the Wednesday evening, we met outside the bank and took
the bus to the dentist's surgery. It was in quite a run down
part of the city and did not look out of place. Everything
had seen better days, even the dentist who seemed to be in
his sixties.
"So you are the lad that wants his teeth out", said the
dentist as he greeted us in an otherwise empty waiting room.
"Come in Mr. Harrison", he said, signalling that Derek
should wait outside. He then sat me down in the operating
chair and started to examine my teeth.
After probing my teeth for several minutes, he said "You
should look after your teeth better. Several of your teeth
are already severely decayed and if they are not treated now
they will soon be lost. If you go on like this you will
eventually lose the lot. Is that really what you really
want? Do you know what you are letting yourself in for?" He
had become quite stern.
"I know it is just a question of time before I get dentures.
If I am going to lose my teeth anyway, they might as well be
taken out now", I responded. "I have no interest in keeping
my teeth or looking after them", I went on. "If I have
dentures I won't have to go to a dentist again"
"You're wrong on that score, young man. Dentures don't last
for ever, they need to be checked regularly and every few
years they need replacing", he replied. "Your gums change
their shape; they shrink so dentures soon become loose even
if they once fitted well."
"My parents both wear dentures, they always have; so does
Derek. They are satisfied with them, I know. Lots of people
wear dentures. It's quite normal", I argued. "They don't go
to dentists very often either', I added petulantly.
"A great number of people in this country do not look after
their teeth avoiding dental check-ups. So the inevitable
happens", said the dentist bluntly. "They lose their teeth
at too early an age and have to wear dentures instead with
all the inconvenience and discomfort which comes from them".
The dentist then went on to explain the shortcomings of
dentures. It was an irreversible procedure. Dentures were
poor substitutes for natural teeth. Over the years he had
made so many people toothless, some when they were still in
their teens. Some people seemed to adapt quite well to
dentures; others not so. There was no telling beforehand.
For the latter, they had the prospect of a life of
discomfort and inconvenience to look forward to. For
everyone though their ability to eat was compromised as the
strength of their bite was only about ten percent of natural
teeth and over time their appearance deteriorated. As he
continued with his warnings, my mind wandered as I had
expected him to say this. I thought of Derek outside. His
appearance certainly had not deteriorated. I imagined him
leafing through an old and tatty magazine, a Punch or
Illustrated London News, and unconsciously loosening his
dentures with his tongue as he did so. He often did this
while he was reading or watching television. The image of it
emboldened me. In any event I had seen with Derek at first
hand the handicap of dentures. It did not seem so bad. I
thought I knew what to expect and I anticipated that, like
Derek, I would adapt well to dentures.
"Are you absolutely sure?" the dentist asked again. "If you
are determined to neglect your teeth, I will extract them
now. You are right. If you don't look after them it will
only be a short time before they will all decay away given
their current poor condition."
"Of course I am sure. I know it is only a question of time.
That's why I want them out now. I don't want to wait any
longer". My bold answer surprised me as much as it did the
dentist. It left no room for doubt
"Let's start then. The sooner they come out the better. You
can have dentures instead. That's what you want, isn't it?"
said the dentist.
"Yes, that's what I want", I repeated firmly.
It was apparent the debate was over and his effort to
dissuade me from the course I was determined to take had
failed. He looked at me coldly as he started to prepare for
the operation. As he did this I felt that any sympathy he
may have had for his patient just drained away. He became
brusque and methodical. He didn't speak to me again until
the end of the session and then only to remind me of
subsequent appointments and to give me a number to call if I
was in pain or the bleeding did not stop. His attitude
seemed to say "If he doesn't want to listen to reason, give
him what he wants whatever the consequences. I've done my
best."
During the session, the dentist extracted all my back teeth.
It must have taken an hour or more. At times it became
monotonous as I heard another crunching sound, a squeak and
then the warm feeling as another tooth left its socket,
followed by a "plink" as the tooth was dropped into a dish.
Part Five
"Can I see?" asked Derek when we left the surgery.
"Yes", I said, opening my mouth wide and running my tongue
across my wounded but empty gums which were still completely
numb from the anesthetic.
"Let's go home. It'll start to get a little sore and you
will need to rest", said Derek putting his arm around my
shoulder. "There's no beer for you tonight Bryan; no solid
food either".
During the weeks that followed the bruising and swelling
subsided, the sockets closed and my gums gradually healed
and hardened. I also became used to chewing my food with my
front teeth and exploring my now toothless gums with my
tongue. After about a month I was back at the dentist for
impressions to be taken so I could be fitted with dentures.
Then for the first time the dentist placed the trial
dentures in my mouth to see how they fitted. It was my first
experience of denture wear. I liked the feel of them from
the start. They felt big and bulky, crowding out my palate.
At that time the dentist also asked whether I wanted him to
replicate my natural teeth in the dentures. I decided that I
wanted my appearance to be improved by dentures as I thought
my teeth were ugly, being discoloured and irregular. So it
was decided that my new teeth would be smaller, more even
and whiter than my natural teeth. The dentist told me that
most people made the same decision. It also made it easier
for the laboratory.
The slowly the day for the final extractions approached. It
was a Thursday as I had decided to take a long weekend so I
could get used to the dentures before returning to work at
the bank. Again I was filled with doubts about what I was
really letting myself in for. On several occasions I thought
of telephoning Derek to say that I was chickening out but I
didn't have the courage to do so. I also knew he would
encourage me in the course I was taking and talk me out of
any notion of backing out at the last minute. I seemed to be
being swept along towards something I was not sure I wanted
to happen but I had talked myself into with the active
encouragement of Derek, I must add.
Now it was Thursday morning and I was back at the surgery
with Derek. I tried to conceal it but I am sure Derek sensed
how anxious I was and did his best to reassure me that I was
not going to regret what I was doing. After all, he had no
regrets; why should I? It seemed an age before the
receptionist called me. As the minutes ticked by I thumbed
through a back copy of a magazine which held absolutely no
interest for me.
"Mr. Harrison, please come through now." It was the voice of
the receptionist. At last, the wait was over. I stood up to
follow her instruction.
"Good luck mate", said Derek, pressing my hand to reassure
me.
"I need it", I replied tremulously. I felt sick in my
stomach, my heart was racing and my hands were clammy. "I
don't think I can go through with this", I said to myself as
I slowly walked towards the door of the dentist's room,
which was half ajar. As I entered I felt quite giddy. I
could not speak.
I was half hoping when I walked into his room that the
dentist would ask me again whether I was still absolutely
sure. Had he done so at that moment, I think that I would
have voiced my doubts. They would have tumbled out. However,
he had his back to me when I entered and he did not turn
around greet me. Before I sat down, I saw my new dentures on
the counter beside the dentist's chair. In a moment I was
transfixed. They looked fabulous. They were what I had been
fantasising about for so long. Now it was to become a
reality. My fears just vanished. I wanted them in my mouth
so much and I knew I was within an hour or so of realising
that objective. Expectantly I sat down in the operating
chair.
"I need to ask you a last time. Are you sure you want to go
through with this? You can stop if you want to. You can save
your front teeth", said the dentist.
"No, I am sure I want the all my teeth out. Can we start?" I
replied. I was by now absolutely certain. There was no
turning back and I did not want to.
"Then I will do what you have asked for", said the dentist
shrugging his shoulders and adopting his distant
businesslike manner again.
What followed was the most exhilarating experience of my
life. It was the abandon with which I had agreed to a
process that for good or bad would affect my whole life.
Perhaps, there is a similar thrill when you have agreed to
extensive tattooing. I had never made such a capricious
decision which could have such long lasting consequences. It
was a decision that could never been unwound. The
irresponsibility of it! It thrilled me. It made me almost
drunk with excitement. I have never experienced such a high,
before or since. It was a hypnotic experience, once the
anesthetic had been administered. I hated the injections but
once they were over, I knew that there was absolutely no
saving the last of my teeth now. I was weak with excitement
when the last of my front teeth were extracted. I had
counted them down in my mind. "One, two, three,...twelve.
All gone!" Before my dentures were fitted I tried to curl my
lips around my empty gums. I had no sense of feeling yet. I
bit downwards. My gums must have touched for the first time.
My mouth seemed cavernous and empty, while my tongue was
free to run all over my numbed gums and lips unimpeded.
Soon I had my dentures in my mouth. This was a very strange
feeling, now all my teeth were gone and different from the
trial dentures before the extractions. They seemed so big
and awkward as I felt with my tongue the smooth surfaces of
my dentures. I was told to keep my dentures in for the first
two days after my extractions so it was only on the Saturday
that I was able to take my dentures out to see myself
toothless for the first time. I imagined that I would be
shocked by the change. However, it was far better than I had
expected. I opened my mouth wide so I could see the sockets
which had started to heal. I moved my tongue, lips and jaws
in every direction, experiencing a new freedom of movement
and new sensations in my mouth. I looked at my new dentures;
holding them up and examining them carefully. I liked the
feel of the bulky plastic in my mouth and the way they
looked, being absolutely standard issue National Health
acrylic dentures; all pink with neat rows of even white
teeth. There was a smooth transition between denture bases
and the inner edges of the teeth against which my tongue
rested as only the tops of the inner surface of the teeth
showed above the denture bases. The biting surfaces of the
back teeth were in a flat plane so that the dentures were
not so easily dislodged when my back teeth were in contact
together. In or out I was pleased with the result. A few
weeks later when my gums were fully healed, I had my first
toothless kiss with Derek. The sensation of somebody else's
tongue on your gums is fantastic as was the experience of
gumming your partner's lips and tongue. Whatever pain and
discomfort I had been through, this was worth the wait. Over
the next few months, I gradually became completely
accustomed to dentures. After a while, eating was no
problem. Talking with dentures also presented few
difficulties. When after about six months, my dentures were
permanently relined and my gums had stabilised, I had
adapted fully to wearing them. Like Derek I had no regrets
either. Neither did Derek, as I perfected my blow job and
rimming techniques. Soon I was his equal in these
departments. Now Derek took my dentures out before we had
sex together. It turned him on as much as it did me.
Part Six
I continued to live in Nottingham for
another year and a half. During that time I
saw Derek regularly, although I never moved
in with him. Then sadly I left the bank and
moved back to Accrington to be near my father
who was terminally ill. I used to have the
occasional weekend with Derek but these became
less frequent as the train journey across the
country was quite tedious. Then we both found
new partners and our relationship petered out.
After a few years even our exchange of Christmas
cards ceased. So I have not heard of Derek for
at least twenty five years.
The events I have described happened over thirty
years ago. I am now fifty three. Over all these
years I have never regretted the loss of my
teeth. During all this time I have had the
pleasure of hearing the groans of delight as my
gums start to caress and nibble at an erect
penis or tantalise a receptive arse hole and the
indescribable sensation of another tongue
against my gums. I have also enjoyed everyday
the sensitivity and mobility of a toothless
mouth when I have my dentures out and
cosmetically appealing, pain free teeth and the
feel of my plates against my palate and gums
when my dentures are in. My gums, particularly
my lower gums, have shrunk a lot over the years
so my dentures are not as stable as they were,
with the result that at home in private I often
have them out, just like Derek. Also like Derek
I unconsciously loosen my dentures with my
tongue and move them about my mouth when I am
concentrating on work or reading. Despite all
this, my dentures are still quite comfortable
and I use them efficiently. I have no serious
difficulties in eating or speaking. They have
not affected my personal relationships either.
Mike, my partner for the last twenty years, has
become completely accustomed to me with or
without my dentures, even though he has retained
all his own teeth. In fact he always removes my
dentures as a prelude to having sex, just as
Derek used to do. Secretly I think my dentures
turn him on too; only he will not admit it.
It is good also not to have to go to the dentist
and receive painful treatments. In fact I have
not been for five years at least. Over the past
few weeks Mike has been having root canal
treatment on several teeth. "Why don't you just
have them out and get dentures instead. Teeth
are more trouble than they are worth", I told
him. Immediately I uttered the words my mind
went back to Derek and the advice of his father.
Without it I suppose, I would not have been
introduced to the pleasures of the edentate
state; something for which I am always thankful
to Derek and my chance meeting with him all
those years ago.